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Developing
BY TITANIA MIDSUMMER
© 2020
Intro
Friday evening and Jason had finished light sealing the little bathroom
and hung a sign on the door saying "Darkroom in use. No Entry!." The
film he planned to develop was made by Adox, a German company, and he
had ordered in some Adox developer to complement the film. The
instructions were in both English and German and as he was studying
German in class he made the effort to read the German text. It was
headed "Entwicklungsmittel," which meant "Developer." Some of the text
he understood, but to, be on the safe side he planned to process
according to the English. He had turned out the light, opened the
cassette and had just started to carefully wind the negative into the
spool of the developing tank when there was a knock on the door. His
mother shouted through it, "Jason! Mrs Wechsel from the school is here
and wants to talk to us. Can you come out now?" He grimaced. "Mother,
I'm right at a critical point. Give me a couple of minutes please."
Meanwhile he had kinked the film and the best he could do was to pull
it out of the spool and start again in the pitch darkness. So after not
two, more like ten minutes he had the tank loaded and sealed. He
emerged.
He could see his mother was cross, apologised, said, "Hello," to Mrs
Wechsel and sat down. His father just shrugged. Mrs Wechsel was
probably about forty, hair carefully tousled, and wearing a bright
multi-coloured cotton dress. She spoke with slight Germanic accent. It
was her job to be bright and cheerful and she was smiling now. Though
he did think it looked a little forced. She went under the rather
misleading title of Matron, but "Counsellor" would have been more
appropriate as most of the time a sort of mother confessor. She could
sense when a child was depressed or had been bullied and took on the
task of cheering up the child and ticking off the bullys. She had the
backing of the Principal to take stronger action if necessary. She did
have some Band-Aids and disinfectant to patch up minor cuts and
scratches but for serious injuries or illness the parents a doctor or
ambulance were called. She also helped organise social events by acting
as a sympathetic liaison officer between the senior students and the
teachers.
His mother started, "Mrs Wechsel here has been telling me about the
preparations for the end of term and..."
Mrs Wechsel interrupted, "Please let me explain. For the past two or
three years the final year students, and that includes you Jason; have
celebrated by cross-dressing for the last day and the party that
evening. This year the senior students put it to me to make the whole
last week a cross-dressing week. They argued that it would give
everybody time to settle into their new r?le and to be less gauche. I
agreed, but on condition that the majority of the girls and the
majority of the boys would participate. I've already contacted most of
the girls and their parents and they are almost one hundred percent in
favour. Now I'm asking the boys and their parents to join the party,
so-to-say. Frankly I think this a great opportunity for the boys to see
the world through girls eyes. They will be more rounded characters and
socially more mature as a result."
Jason had heard rumours about this. Right now he wanted to get back to
his developing his negatives. So when Mrs Wechsel looked at him and
said, "Your parents have no objections but leave it up to you. Are you
happy to join in?" he didn't think too hard about what might be in
store. He just said, "I'll do it if most of the others will." Mrs
Wechsel was quick to say "Thank you so much. I'll take that as a
provisional yes. I'm sure you won't be disappointed."
"Can I go back to my developing please," asked Jason. His mother could
see that she was not going to get his attention so reluctantly agreed.
Once he had gone, Mrs Wechsel began briefing his parents in detail.
"Firstly, don't have his hair cut. It's over ten weeks to the end of
term which is enough time for it to grow to a workable length.
Secondly, there is a competition. The boy or boys who make the most
convincing girls will get a special prize. Likewise for the girls
dressed as boys. It's not a question of being best and coming first,
more like graduating with an A. Now if Jason really wants to compete, I
can help you help him." Perhaps one or both parents had doubts but they
chose to say nothing and talk it over later.
Out of her shoulder-bag she pulled out a wide pale piece of material.
"Now this is a cinch belt. If he wears it day and night except for
showering, and if it's on tight, he will end up with a waistline to
show off the clothes he will be wearing." She explained it to them and
showed them how there were levers to pull on loops of cord to get it
really tight. She showed how the cords could be shortened so that the
process of narrowing his waist would continue, and advised shortening
it by three millimetres per day for the first week, then one per day
thereafter. She also produced a jar of ointment. "You need to smear
this on the inside of the belt. It will stop any itches or
inflammation. It also has some hormones so that he will develop a more
feminine look. But don't worry. Normally any changes will soon reverse
themselves once he stops using it." That qualification 'normally' went
unnoticed.
Meanwhile Jason was using hot water in the sink to get the developer up
to the right temperature. Once there he poured it into the tank. Then
he upended the tank every twenty seconds for three minutes, emptied out
the developer, poured in some stop-bath, poured that out and poured in
the hypo, or "fixer" as many called it. After five minutes he pulled
the film out, checked that there was no milkyness due to insufficient
fixing, washed it for five minutes in running water, and hung it up to
dry.
His parents waited until after supper and he was in his pyjamas before
explaining about the cinch belt and ointment. He was going to protest
but then his mother explained about the competition and his father
said, as he had said before. "If you are going to do something you must
go all in. Never do anything by halves." So he decided then to join the
charade as best he could.
By the time Monday came he had got used to the cinch belt. He was a
little shy and made sure his shirt hung loosely over his waist.
Nevertheless his good mate Trent said to him quietly, "You're wearing a
cinch belt aren't you?" and when he nodded he went on "Me too." Looking
around they could pick several other boys who also seemed to be wearing
them. By the end of the week if seemed every boy was. They also
noticed that some of the girls were not as buxom as they remembered,
and guessed they were binding their breast flat. So everyone was
playing the game.
The next Friday and Jason had set up his enlarger and was in the
process of producing prints. He heard a knock on the door and could
hear Mrs Wechsel's voice, but it was too muffled to understand. He
finished his processing, left the prints washing under a slow tap, and
came out. Mrs Wechsel had gone, but his mother explained that she had
suggested that Jason should practise dancing. He needed to learn to
take the girl's r?le and follow, letting "her" partner lead. His
posture needed to improve, so wearing highish heels around the house,
as well as to dance in, would also help.
On the Saturday his mother returned with some wedge sandals and that
evening his father started to teach him to dance like a girl. That
became a regular forty minutes each evening as they worked through all
the standard ball-room steps. With his mother out of the room and the
music masking the conversation he asked his father how he felt about
his son becoming a girl for a week. To his surprise his father admitted
that when he was young he had the urge to dress as a girl. He never had
the opportunity and once married let the whole idea drop. "Your mother
would never have given any support and it would have wrecked our
marriage." "Then how does mum feel about all this?" Jason asked. "Well,
she had serious doubts and wanted to call the whole thing off, but I
persuaded her to go along. I said, like Mrs Wechsel, that it would be
very good for your personal development. So now she's on-side and is
keen to help."
Jason was a keen photographer and was seldom without his German-made
camera. He appreciated how well it was made and had become a bit of a
Germanophile. Hence the German film and developer. The ointment he
smeared on each evening was all in German and was labelled
"Geschlechtentwicklungsmittel." He recognised the "Entwicklungsmittel"
part of the word from his Adox developer and was able to translate it
as "sex-developer-medium." The rest seemed to be the usual warnings
against silly usage such as eating it, and about patent protection.
The next school-day he was walking with Trent and said that he would
like to make a documentary of the changes they were both going to go
through. Trent said OK and agreed to come round to Jason's place the
next weekend. In his bedroom Jason had a blank wall which served as a
backdrop for portraits. He got Trent to strip to his underpants and
took photos of Trent's front, side and rear views. Then he got Trent to
take a similar set of himself. They did this once a week right up to
the end of term.
Visits from Mrs Wechsel became a regular event, not always on a Friday,
nor when Jason was at home. Nevertheless the suggestions from his
mother he felt were always from Mrs Wechsel. One evening he found that
his pyjamas had been exchanged for a night-dress. It was made of fine
cotton with a blue and white pattern, cut quite modestly. Long with
lace round the hem and matching lace round the neck and cuffs.
According to his mother, his father thought it was time for him to
start getting used to girls clothes, and night wear seemed a good
starting point. He guessed his father was using this time as some sort
of substitute for not having the chance himself to cross-dress. He
liked the feel of the night-dress, the softness of the material and way
the hem caressed his ankles. It was a thrill and he got an erection as
he put it on. He got the same thrill each evening when he put it on. A
few days later there was a new nighty as the first one was due for the
laundry. This new one was in a slinky satin. He was allowed to chose a
few more out of fashion magazines and on-line which his mother bought.
He was too shy to go into a shop and buy one himself. Eventually he had
nearly a dozen and could choose a different one each night. He even had
pink baby doll one with matching bloomers.
The Saturday morning after getting his first night-dress his mother
explained, "You are going to be wearing dresses and skirts to school
for the last week, so you need to get used to wearing them now. So put
these on." She laid out a complete outfit - briefs with lace trim,
blouse, skirt, and sandals. "A little bit of bling would be nice too."
And she clipped on some earrings and a necklace. He didn't like the
clip-ons, they hurt his ears, so he was quite pleased when on her next
visit Mrs Wechsel said, "You need your ears pierced. Let me do it for
you right now." She was living up to her "Matron" title for once. So
after that he was able to borrow some of his mothers jewellery. At
night and at school he wore very small rings in his ears called
'sleepers'. The first day he was very shy about them until he noticed
several of the other boys, including Trent, were also wearing sleepers.
One boy even hammed it up by wearing big gold hoops, an eyepatch, and a
bandanna as a kind of pirate image.
The femination continued and he was happy to play along. Soon he was
wearing girls knickers under his grey serge trousers. At home he wore a
dress for his dancing lessons and supper. He shaved he legs, not that
they were very hairy. It meant that he continued to wear long trousers
to school, while all the junior boys were in shorts. He was taught not
to cut his fingernails but to let them grow out a bit and to just file
them each day.
Then came the time that he came home from school with his nipples
seemingly on fire. The coarse school shirt scraping them was painful.
For the rest of the week he stuck a round Band-Aid on each nipple and
that helped. When the bathroom cupboard ran out he asked his mother to
get some more. Instead that evening she produced a training bra in soft
cotton for him to try on. It was easy to hide by wearing a singlet as
well as a shirt to school, but still a bit hot with summer coming on.
When he checked with Trent and others it seemed that everyone was on
the same track. So though shy he felt he wasn't standing out. He could
feel that his breast were growing and at their weekly photo sessions
they follow their progress. He agreed with Trent to pose nude for the
photos as he suspected that his cock and balls were shrinking.
There was talk at home of him gaining skills in applying make-up. He
demurred, but on the following Monday he could detect traces of colour
on the faces of some of the other boys. So come the weekend he was
happy to take lessons in applying lipstick, face powder, eye-shadow,
and even a little perfume. "Don't overdo it," his mother cautioned. "A
young girl doesn't really need any makeup, just a little helps, too
much and you look like a tart." He painted his toe-nails and
fingernails too.
His breasts grew. They were now not so itchy and he now started wearing
a small conventional bra. The swelling in front and the bra clip at the
back did not go unnoticed. But it seemed that most of the other boys
were in the same position and the girls pretended not to notice.
He discussed some of this with Trent. He wanted to see him dressed au
femme and suggested he come round the next Saturday. Not wanting to
walk the streets all dressed up he got his father to drive him there,
even though Trent's place was only a block away. When Trent greeted him
at the door he thought for a moment that it was his sister. He was
seemed to be further down the track than Jason was. His hair was in
girly pig-tails, he wore a silk blouse over a matching skirt, he had
stockings with high heels, convincing make-up, earrings, and a black
choker necklace. The top button of his blouse was undone which accented
the valley between his breasts. Poor Jason felt quite dowdy in his
cotton print dress and resolved to compete with his pretty friend.
It was still two weeks of normal school before the official cross-
dressing final week, but Jason was feeling much more confident dressing
au femme. He put it to Trent "Lets go to school on Monday wearing girls
uniforms. Where can we get some of those tunics they wear?"
"I'm sure Mrs Wechsel will help us," replied Trent. "Let's go and see
her now."
Sure enough, she had an ample supply available on loan from the store
of second-hand uniforms. She helped them choose the right sizes, and
was able to supply the shoes, socks, blouses and even matching hair
ribbons in the school colours. The knickers and bras they had at home.
So that Monday morning Jason went round to Trent's place and they got
dressed together. Jason's hair was now long enough to be tied in a
ponytail, Trent's was not as long so he stayed with his pig-tails.
Though many of the boys were now looking very girlish, thanks to Mrs
Wechel's ointment and their long hair, this was the first time any had
dared to turn up dressed as girls. There were looks of envy, especially
when they sauntered into the girls toilets to have a pee and fix their
make-up. Some of the girls were going to object, but none did. Most
nodded in approval.
The next day at school there were more of the boys in girls uniforms,
and quite a few girls in long trousers, boots, boys shirts, and boys
haircuts. The cross-dressing days had arrived two weeks early.
At the weekend before the final week at their weekly photo session
Jason was concerned to see just how much his, and Trent's, prick and
balls had shrunk. So much so that he could push his balls inside quite
painlessly. He could wear girls tights without any give-away lumps at
the front. In compensation, not only had their breasts grown to a nice
size but even their bottoms were bigger and rounder. When Mrs Wechsel
said they could stop the ointment and dispense with the cinch belt he
felt some relief. He just hoped he would be back to his normal male
shape by the time he would be going to university.
It was a fun final week. The girls did their best to look like men.
Just about every one of them sported a false moustache and usually a
beard as well. Certainly those with the most feminine faces went for a
full beard. And it was clear how much they envied the boys in their
colourful and fashionable frocks and skirts. Jason was getting a huge
buzz out of the different outfit he had each day, the stockings and the
clingy underwear and of course the swishy skirts. Indeed all the boys
were getting the same buzz.
The evening of the last day was the formal. Jason was proud of his
fully formed breasts so he wore a backless gown with deep d?colletage
and shiny stockings. Trent and the others were similar but some passed
it off better than others. In particular Jason's dancing lessons paid
off and he was possibly the best on the floor. At then end of each
dance he would close with a pirouette and a curtsy to his partner,
which always brought a laugh.
The evening came to an end, some speeches were made, then Mrs Wechel
made a short speech congratulating everyone, and then announced those
who won an "A" for simulating the opposite sex. Trent was called up,
then Jason, several other boys and girls till there were eight winners.
She said, "I'm not allowed to offer you alcoholic champagne, so instead
here is a special drink, a bit like the kava the Islanders celebrate
with." There was a small table to the side of the stage with a number
of glasses and a big squat brown bottle, a bit like a medicine bottle.
She rapidly poured eight glasses and handed one to each student.
Facing them she declaimed, "Congratulations! Now a toast to cross-
dressing! Drink it down down down!" Which they all did and audience
cheered and clapped. It tasted both sweet and a little spicy. She then
started handing out some very fancy looking trophies, each with a model
of a danciing couple. Jason got the first and whilst the remaining
presentations were going on he picked up the bottle of "Kava" and
studied the label.
Later that evening as they were walking home Trent asked Jason, "What
was in the bottle?" Jason looked at him. "Fixer," he replied.
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